Nazy's Birthday

For Nazy’s birthday dinner, I had planned..

Spousal interrupt: “You planned? Really?”

Hmm. For Nazy’s birthday dinner, I had vaguely thought of finding a great restaurant in Prague. When I was thinking about that, I didn’t know that traversing the last 4 kilometers to the hotel would take 90 minutes. Accordingly, Nazy and I jointly agreed to eat at the hotel restaurant.

The Grand Palace Hotel had a fine restaurant – a restaurant featuring service by a strange waiter named Valec. He didn’t walk, he floated. Valec spoke about 14 languages – well, he knew about 10 phrases in about 14 languages and he used them over and over again. Whenever he stopped by – which was frequently – he left by backing away: bowing, bobbing and babbling as he retreated.

Nazy, shunning the ‘by the glass’ selections, wanted a fine wine. Ever practical, I noted:

“We will never be able to finish an entire bottle, my dear.”

“That’s because you, Dan, don’t partake sufficiently.”

“Nevertheless..”

“Mark DeWolff told me to drink what you like and take the rest of the bottle with you. It’s accepted.”

“Accepted? Perhaps. Expected? I doubt it.” I replied.

It really didn’t matter, Valec decanted the wine into a 400 year old bohemian crystal carafe.

“We can't take that to the room," I explained to Nazy.

"I guess we'll just have to drink it," she replied.

The photo is from the main square in Prague.